If I’m honest I might be a tad depressed
It’s the death of a dream
A hope… a wish not granted
The child that lives within cries, she stomps her feet, she crosses her arms, and most is all she pouts
There’s an internal fit she’s throwing the same as she did when she learned that Disney is the stuff of an unhealthy mental view of relationships
There I said it.
Probably wasn’t good for me anyway
😥😣😕✊
A magician stood in the middle of his house
Concocting a delightful surprise
A trap for every dear lass that would pass
An alchemical trick that would have you coming back no matter what you do
Until one day he met a young lass that knew his class
As she came through the door she immediately knew what it was he was up to
A smile and a grin a twirl and a whirl their eyes locked… maybe he knew too what she was up to
Two formidable lovers each entranced with thee other
Spells casted to lure
Shame they didn’t meet in the shop
So powerful they could have been if only a truce could have been established
Well beyond a horse and carriage
In the 21st century we don’t have to deal with our emotions. With the press of a button we were able to erase, delete the moment. So we are in a way able to delete the emotions associated with it? Photos don’t have to be developed, events don’t have to be erased, literally click delete gone, no more. Are we robbing ourselves of these experiences by the actual Act of the destruction of said photo of erasing an event putting something in the trash? I don’t know it’s I thought.
What do you want me to do?
Do you want me to bid you adieu?
Should I stay? Should I fight? Should I stand behind you? supporting role that cast no shadow
Chances are nil to embark on the nextbattle
all I see is…
eerie dawn or is it sunset
Hard to tell when you are looking through a wishing well
M…memories
E… endless
L… love
A… abhorrent
N… nausea
C… cold
H… heartbroken
O… ornery
L…lunatic
Y…yearning
Melancholy, melancholy, MELANCHOLY!!!
Silly mortal
Nothing more than a morsel
Delectable …
something to be tried
Like fried chicken
Finger licking good I know you wish I would, but, you misunderstood
My intentions are not to nibble more like prep
Pregame setup
All systems a-go
You catch my flow
Me I’m a tease
Like a chapter from your favorite author
Tantalizingly close to debut but still so far from the release date
You almost can’t wait
Baited breath
Wanting to get in-depth
No more cliff notes
You’ve been waiting and wanting the unabridged version
The full excursion
Please do take heed
Only blue balls await you like that number 2 in a game of nine ball all you want is to push through
No finesse no game to muster
All talk no action
What woman wants a man dead in the pan
Not grabbing you hand
Need a man that can take the lead
Go for what he wants actions not stunts
Magical setting sun
Fragmented light through leaf laden limbs
Caressing breeze work fading light like a master glass maker to reflect it oh so right
Sweet grass in the air world fading with no care
Summer on the horizon, spring a distant memory grasping at it like an almost forgotten melody
La da dee…
Enjoying the sounds of children’s laughter, ice cream trucks, and basketballs bouncing on the court
Random folks with different strokes
Yet in that magical hour when the weather is just so, all us… people, just flow
Quietness through contemplation
Quintessential for thought that is free from wrought
Qaint moments filled with personal reflection
Lifted from the convection
Quite content to linger now and again
Questioning innocently life’s many mysteries
Filling my time with child like quandaries
I do get it honestly
Slowly I quilt the fabric of my life trying hard not to scorch the thread
Daintily I tread
Quietness needed to remain obedient
What is your fantasy?
Of you and me?
I’ll ask again
What is your fantasy?
Of me and you?
If you had the chance
No cat and mouse
Willing, allowing you to pounce
Seeing you…allowing you to do what your eyes give way
What would you do?
Your fantasy come to life
Me … how would I… ?
Go ahead, do try!
Tell me, of your glimmer?
Tell me ,of the reason you shimmer?
Tell why, I get that glimmer?
How do I, make you simmer?
I’ve seen the oceanic tide and how they can make you rise
Crimson red, flush, not all the blood to your head
Even flow, careful not to blow
Sexier still
Tell me, what’s the appeal?
Tell me, so I too can reel!
Two minutes of consciousness
Good morning!
How’d you sleep?
Rolling over greeting the dawn
He wants to get it on
I stretch my back with a creek and a crack
Legs spread open
Good morning
Oh boy
Wake up head
So tender to sweet
Relaxed after a nights sleep
Soft kitten like tongue
Lapping and licking so quick I’m sticky
No time to think
only sensation…
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